An apology to all my online Scrabble friends.

Oh that we love our Facebook Scrabble, Todd is on vacation this week. What I mean to say is that as Todd is on vacation this week therefore I have less Dimitri sleep time to be constantly reviewing my word choices. Be assured, come next week I will be able to maintain umpteen Scrabble games at a time.

Qua, Qi, and Drake,

Jessamy
(Which is not a playable word but potentially very high points)

I am afraid that the maple leaves need to be fresh.

How to make roses from maple leaves | haha.nu - the lifestyle blogzine

What fabric do you want to look at while pooping?

So this is the fabric I have used for the curtains I made for the downstairs bathroom. Not sure what I think yet. I am not a talented sewer. Well that is just not a word. Not a talented sewer. That cannot be right.

sewer - someone who sews; "a sewer of fine gowns" baster, tacker - a sewer who fastens a garment with long loose stitches needleworker - someone who does work (as sewing or embroidery) with a needle sewing-machine operator - someone who sews by operating a sewing machine sewer - a waste pipe that carries away sewage or surface water cloaca, sewerage drainpipe, waste pipe, drain - a pipe through which liquid is carried away sewage system, sewage works, sewer system - facility consisting of a system of sewers for carrying off liquid and solid sewage

Huh.

Anyway. I'm not good at it.
Not sure about the colors either. One wall is kind of a Burnt Pumpkin, the rest is still undecided. Either white or off green. Hope it does not look like the room of a strange, toilet loving, child.

Aloysius Snuffleupagus

Dimitri is just beginning to get into Sesame street. He likes the music and colorful monsters. In my time I have watched much Sesame Street, but not much in recent years. There have been changes. Not ones the I necessarily approve of. I have many questions, but for now all I will voice is this: Why is Snuffy kept in a Cave now?
Have we gone from imaginary friend, to integral character, to..cave??
Think it over. Get back to me.
Inquiring minds want to know.

States push fire-safe cigarettes

It is a strange world we live in.
Fire safe cigarettes.
Ha.


States push fire-safe cigarettes - USATODAY.com

Habeneros, yogurt and tears.

One of the successful things I grew this summer was
Habanero peppers. They took forever to mature, but they were well worth it. There is something special about a Habanero, a warm, satisfying heat as opposed to other peppers that blow your mouth out with out adding any ambiance to a dish.
Well, although I have cooked with Habaneros many times, I think the home grown variety may be more potent. I had decided to make hot sauce and freeze it for winter chili. For some bizarre reason it seemed a good idea to roast the peppers on the stove, in the process smearing my hands fire juice. Now I did not do anything like stick my finger in my eye or other pertinent places, I just touched my cheeks. Very unpleasant experience. Much burning and sadness. Todd suggested that I splash milk on my face, no help. Then, thinking scientifically, I smeared baking soda all over my face. Gritty, but also no help.
Then the epiphany. Yogurt.

So upon applying thickly, much relieved, I returned to cooking.














That was when the tears began.

Dimitri was horrified. He acted as though I had horrid clown makeup on. I had to leave the room. Dimitri kept pointing at me and sticking his lip out all evening. Todd thought this was hilarious. Needless to say that my face burned for a full day afterward. Sauce was good though.

Habanero Ginger Hot Sauce.

1 Habanero, whole
4 or more cloves garlic
one whole ginger root
2 cups Apple Cider
3 tablespoons Hone2 tablespoons vinegar
pinch salt
maybe a little lime.

Blend until smooth. Heat to combine flavors and reduce slightly. do not overcook or flavor will not be bright.
mine made 2 jars and a bunch of ice cubes.

My keyboard is not mightyer than a sword.

So apparently I have been neglecting my blog, having not written anything since 9/17. This is an attempt to rectify that. Since I spend way to much time on Facebook, I am going to try writhing through an app there.
We shall see.
The sad thing is that I think of things that I want to write all the time, but between a toddler and a non-functioning A button, I am thwarted. I even took pictures of something with the express intent to write about it and did not. Perhaps I shall now, months late.